This is a song about "Vice president appropriate"

They getting nice, they got some ice

Girl you know that you’re my vice

Waiting on the change promised by the president

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

And concentrate on the formation of appropriate quotations

Carol city or was it the west

Movin like the president,

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

As he dives into a hive, and tries to pry open the vice,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

That our over protective president